[Intro]

(R-R-R-Remedy)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

Twenty-one, I need a mil'

Soon as they let bro touch down, we givin' hell

Right now, I gotta win 'cause we done took so many L's

Can get it there myself, I never sent it through the mail

I can set it off with this ten milli'

We been losin' for so long, who gon' win with me?

You better not never leave your pole, that shit real gritty

Better take all your belongings, bitch, it's bip city, yeah

I'm just tryna really fuck hoes, touch bigger knots

I rеally come from bleedin' the road and sendin' shots

It's still thе same thing, just more bags and bigger Glocks

Bitch, I'm way too up to be worried what niggas got

But people keep on tellin' me I'm next up

In my city, warzone, better vest up

All I know is hit the road, run that check up

Gon' have to show a whole lot, you tryna impress us

[Chorus]

If they ask, I'm doin' well

You can ask my dogs do I send money to the jails

You can ask my bitch, 'cause I just put her in Chanel

My brother would be home, but they denied my nigga bail

Shit don't be the same, I just feel different

She ain't fuckin' with no lames, she like real niggas

Yeah, them boys cannot compare, it's a real difference

It be hard to hide the pain, 'cause these real feelings, yeah

[Verse 2]

Brand new BENOWRLD, yeah, watch 'em try and copy this

Told bro, "If you need me, we pullin' up with hockey sticks"

The Glock brand new, it got me movin' kinda stiff

Told bro, "You got a problem, better not be about no bitch"

You can pull up to my crib, this a real loft

Twenty-four, I'm on my grind, I can't call off

Bitch, I don't know who you is, ain't no raw dog

Damn near cut a nigga off for tryna ballhog

I'm just yellin' free my unc', they tryna sit him down

I'm tryna hold my neck up, it's like eight hundred grams

Tryna be the first in my hood to pull up in that Lam'

Even all the kids know that I'm that nigga now

I brought out a cool amount I'm tryna pass out

Take a look at my account, you probably pass out

I know they hate to hear my name, they probably badmouth

Five percent how I'm ridin', ain't no glass house

[Chorus]

If they ask, I'm doin' well

You can ask my dogs do I send money to the jails

You can ask my bitch, 'cause I just put her in Chanel

My brother would be home, but they denied my nigga bail

Shit don't be the same, I just feel different

She ain't fuckin' with no lames, she like real niggas

Yeah, them boys cannot compare, it's a real difference

It be hard to hide the pain, 'cause these real feelings